Amphitryon: Lady, do thou prepare the funeral rites; but I, O Zeus,
stretching out my hand to heaven, call on thee to help these children,
if such be thy intention; for soon will any aid of thine be unavailing;
and yet thou hast been oft invoked; my toil is wasted; death seems
inevitable. Ye aged friends, the joys of life are few; so take heed
that ye pass through it as gladly as ye may, without a thought of
sorrow from morn till night; for time recks little of preserving our
hopes; and, when he has busied himself on his own business, away he
flies. Look at me, a man who had made mark amongst his fellows by
deeds of note; yet hath fortune in a single day robbed me of it as
of a feather that floats away toward the sky. know not any whose plenteous
wealth and high reputation is fixed and sure; fare ye well, for now
have ye seen the last of your old friend, my comrades. (Megara catches
sight of Heracles approaching.) Megara Ha! old friend, is it my own,
my dearest I behold? or what am I to say?
Amphitryon: I know not, my daughter; I too am struck dumb.
Megara: Is this he who, they told us, was beneath the earth?
Amphitryon: 'Tis he, unless some day-dream mocks our sight.